*sniff*sniff* My nose hasn't been gd to me for the past 2 days. As bird calls it.. i have the 'dripping syndrome'! The mucus just keeps dripping.. and it's the very watery kind.. very much liek water. It makes me feel like sneezing! But often can't.. so the feeling is not good. With so many things going on i can't afford to be sick! =(

Had bio lect today. Realized that biology is actually quite sexist. There're mother cell, daughter cell and sister chromatid, but no father/son/brother. Hehe.. Wonder why.

Went to TTSH in the morning too. I was quite appalled at the interior of the building cos it looks pretty much like a shopping centre. Nothing like a hospital at all. I was expecting long corridors and a kind of 'hospital smell'.. haha.. But nothing of that sort.. So it was quite a gd experience. Our Medan grp went for the typhoid jab and some wanted Hep A vac. as well and that was pretty painful i heard. i didn't take any as i had typhoid earlier this yr hehehe.. Doubt i can even take cos of my nose!

Okie nothing much today actually... And as usual simin poked fun at the duck race and our homes.. Ducks unite!!

Head bowed
Silently conforming
She exists
To survive
It's tough
She knows
But it doesn't matter
She's living today

I was reading this book "Dessert Flower" by Waris donno what. She was a nomad in Africa. It's kind of shocking to learn that female circumcision is still widely practised in Africa today.. They do it without the use of proper equipment and sanitary.

Scenario: A 6 yr old girl is being led by her mum in the early hours of the day to a place far from home. Reason being so that nobody can hear her scream. A gypsy met up with them and without any formal introduction (eg a handshake or greetings) starts to perform the circumcision. The girl sits on a stone, with her mum pinning her down. The gypsy spat on the blood-stained knife and cleans it. Using the same knife, she cuts her genital. Of cos, all is done while the girl is still conscious. After cutting, she uses thorns to poke thru the flesh so as to sewn up the gap. The whole process ended, with the girl being left with a matchstick-sized hole. Of cos, her pain is not over yet. It's a torture just to urine, other than the small size.. the salt in the urine will sting the fresh wound. She can't move about for fear of tearing the sewn-up flesh. So, her mum ties her legs just in case, and she has to lie in a tent made for her, alone. But she's fortunate. One of the few who survives.

Maybe it's their culture. But maybe, it's done for the men. So that they can have more pleasure during intercourse. The females on the other hand, can nv experience organsm. The worst part is while giving birth, the baby would have to squeeze thru the small hole and sometimes, will get suffocated inside the body. That's not the end.. now the hole will have to be sewn back again. How sad. Most of the time they just oblige. Ya, that's the situation in Africa and some middle eastern countries. Hopefully there will be more feminists.

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today was a very full day.. Did PW presentation rehearsal in school. Pathrose thot it was much better. Kk at least has a little assurance.. Just dont 'rock' too much haha.. Oh ya went shopping with my mum after that hehe.. She was so nice. Keep wanting to buy stuff for me.. but i didn't wanna let her spend so much.. I mean.. she's the kind who'll sacrifice herself for me... so no matter what's her situation, she'd still want the best for me. So everytime when we go shopping, she'd always go look at my stuff.. Like just now, i felt quite not right when she kept asking me if i want this or that.. So i ask her if she has anything to buy for herself.. She said she doesn't need any... But i am sure she has la. Just that, she'd always put me and my bro first.. touched. ='( So i've made up my mind to buy her a diamond ring with my first proper salary.. shhh don tell her. =P
Anyway, bird called and told me to join her for our friend's mum funeral after the shopping.. I was the only un-2B person among them haha.. But it's okie la i didn't feel out.. I think my friend's really strong inside. Though he wore a sad look, he was still hospitable and friendly. I do feel some pinch too. His mum used to work at the school's canteen and i liked her salad. But well, there's a season for everything.. a time to live, a time to die... a time to sow, a time to reap..

Hope he won't be too affected for his pw presentation later..
Have to reach early for pw presentation too.. Very excited, knowing that after tmr, there's no more pw for my entire life. Hopefully.